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You call me Seratonin Bitch

As if

I swallow sunshine with obtuse desire

As if

The shroud is a chemical veil worn with conceit and flair

As if

You know what it is to die,

Once you have quenched your thirst, every sip like the first

As if

Your wavering arrows could still wound me

Piercing the walls of your making

Oh child…

As if…

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4 comments

  1. pursuethewolf · · Reply

    as if swallow sunshine with obtuse desire – sublime piece.

    1. Thank you. It grinds me immeasurably that there is such contempt for those of us who need a dash of chemical conviction to get through another blood red day… as if we aren’t educated about the realities, and sickened by our need… but fukkem. Like Dolly, I take my breath from any source I can.

  2. I get my serotonin any way I can. Oh Morts. As it…

    1. Yeah, sister… weighed up against the alternative food sources for my dragon, the chemicals are less destructive. You know.

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